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Today is Friday and I've had to spend the past four days enduring the twins failed attempts to try to get Kyoya's attention.
Monday, it was the cookie incident. Tuesday, they pulled me into their twincest act. Wednesday, they spilled drinks on my chest and tried to wipe it up, but I wouldn't let them. And finally, yesterday Kaoru tripped me so that I fell right against Hikaru, every inch of my upper body was touching him.
Now I've finally had enough. I don't want to know what the twins are planning today and I don't care either because today I'm skipping the host club.
Right now I'm in one of Ouran's elaborate gardens. I'm sitting under the big oak tree that happens to be smack dab in the middle of this particular garden.
In all honesty, I'd rather have ditched the host club and gone somewhere with my friends except I can't because they're both sick. Plus, I can't just leave the school grounds because the limo only come once to pick up family members from school and, as odd as it sounds, both my younger siblings have after school activities so the limo won't arrive till five fifteen.
I sighed as I took out my phone. I stared at it for a while, unable to decide what I want to do. 'You have to let him know sometime. Just do it and get it over with.'
I took a deep breath as I punched in a text for Kyoya that said -I can't make it to the host club, sorry.
My thumb hovered over the send button for a second before I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and hit the send button. 'There, it's done... I just hope Kyoya doesn't send his police force out to find me, that would be bad.'
I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and placed my phone on my school bag which was next to me. I gave a sigh of contentedness and lifted my chin so I could look at the ashen sky as I enjoyed the feeling of the cool breeze on my face.
I closed my eyes and thought, 'I just want to spend the rest of this day alone... Ah, this breeze feels so nice.'
After a few minutes of staring at the sky, I heard a beep indicating that I had gotten a text message. I picked up my phone hesitantly before looking to see who it was from, luckily, it was Yuka.
Her text read: Hey Madoka! How's school? Are you at the host club? It's not fair that I have to be stuck in bed. Wasn't there a language test today? It doesn't matter, I didn't study for it anyways.
I smiled at the text; loud, long, funny, rambling, and random, just like Yuka. I texted her back saying: school was fine, yes, she had missed a language test but it was easy, no, I'm not at the host club, and I hope you feel better soon.
Ten seconds later my phone began ringing; I picked it up knowing already that it was Yuka. Over the phone I heard Yuka's horse but still energetic and outraged voice say, "what do you mean you're not at the host club?! If I wasn't sick I'd be there right now! And aren't you supposed to be acting as a hostess?"
"Look, Yuka," I said slightly aggravated and amused. "I know that I'm supposed to be at the host club right now but I texted Kyoya and told him I couldn't come."
"Why?"
"For one thing, I didn't want to go there without you or Kiyomi."
"Huh? Kiyomi isn't there?"
"No, she's sick like you."
"Oh... Any other reason?"
"...Yes." I then proceeded to tell Yuka everything from Kyoya's thoughtless words to letting the twins 'help me.' When I finished telling my story I heard Yuka laughing at me from the other end of the phone.
"What's so funny?" I asked a little offended.
"N-nothing," Yuka choked out in between spurts of laughter. "It's just that I never thought you would be so desperate to get Kyoya's attention that you would actually accept help from the twins."
"Hmm, I guess it is kind of funny," I said with a slight smile dancing on my lips.
"Now I understand why you didn't go to the host club. Um, Madkoka, I have to go. My mom's yelling at me to get off the phone and get some rest. See you Monday."
"See you Monday," I answered before hanging up and putting my phone bock into my bag.
I sighed contentedly as I looked up at the sky once more. Talking to Yuka had calmed my nerves and I felt so relaxed that before I realized it I fell asleep against the tree. I faintly remember thinking, 'I hope it doesn't rain,' before I slipped into a peaceful slumber.
XxKYOYAxX
"Come again!"
I internally sighed as I closed the doors to the host club. Madoka hadn't shown up when it was time to open, then I received a text from her saying that she couldn't make it.
A really bad cold had been spreading through the school like a wildfire so the host club had been relatively empty all day. No one had requested me, so I had spent the first half hour of the host club hacking into the school's security cameras surveillance footage.
I studied the past half hour of surveillance and guess what I saw? I saw Madoka entering the western garden a few minutes before I received her text.
I pondered for a bit about why she had ditched the host club, Miss Yamada is very obedient and has a strong sense of duty so it puzzled me as to why she would ditch. I wasn't able to think about it much longer because a girl came in who wanted to request me.
Now club hours are over and as I gathered up my stuff I couldn't help but wonder if Yamada had made it home.
I was just about to leave when my phone rang. "Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Kyoya. This is Tadashi Yamada, Madoka's father. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
"Of course, Mr. Yamada. What's the favor?"
"I was wondering if you could give my daughter a ride home."
'Madoka's not home yet?'
"Earlier today Sakura feinted and in order to prevent an attack I had the driver pick up Madoka's younger siblings early. Unfortunately, I forgot that Madoka was still at school and absentmindedly gave the drive the night off."
I smiled to myself as I answered, "don't worry Mr. Yamada, I'll bring your daughter home."
"Thank you. You're a good young man, Kyoya."
"Thank you, sir," I said. 'It is things like this that I find very profitable for me. Now, I need to go find that vanishing fiancee of mine!'
With these thoughts floating through my mind, I left the host club and headed to the west garden after dropping my stuff off at my limo.
'Annoying drizzle,' I thought as I whipped the mist off my forehead.
I wound my way through the labyrinth of a garden until I reached the big oak that grew right in the middle of the garden and there I found Madoka. She was sleeping at the base of the tree, hair strewn everywhere with her clothes damp from the drizzle that had been going on for about an hour now.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I crouched down by my sleeping fiancee. 'She looks so innocent and cute when she's sleeping,' I thought as I stroked my forefinger across Madoka's cheek, brushing aside a piece of stray hair.
'I better wake her before she catches a cold.' I put my hand on Madoka's shoulder and then gently shook her.
"Mmm... Kyoya?" Madoka mumbled confusedly as she rubbed her eyes. "W-what time is it?" She asked as she sat up and put her hand to her mouth as she yawned.
"five twenty-two," I answered simply.
Madoka was silent for a minute then, as if she realized something for the very first time in, her eyes flew open and she pushed herself backwards as she said, "K-Kyoya!? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because your father asked me to give you a ride home." Madoka gulped as I leaned forward and whispered, "so tell me. Why are you out here when you couldn't make it to the host club?"
With a little edge to her voice, Madoka said, "I felt tired and sick so I thought that it would be best if I avoided everyone and rested out here until the limo came to pick me up."
'Lie.' "Why don't you tell me the truth?" I said icily as I grabbed Madoka's hands and pinned them against the tree.
Our faces were only inches apart and I could feel Madoka's rapid, panicked breath against my face.
"I don't have to tell you anything," Madoka whispered.
"I'm your fiancee," I retorted dangerously.
"But it's only an arranged marriage, nothing special," Madoka answered quietly.
'So that's it. This girl is upset because I talked about our marriage like it's not important. This explains why the twins have been messing with Madoka all week. Well, if she's going to sulk over some careless words then so be it.'
"Your father sent me here to pick you up. Let's go, you're soaked." I said as I let go of her hands and stood up before offering her a hand.
"O-okay," Madoka said hesitantly as she timidly accepted my hand.
The whole ride to Madoka's house we remained silent and all Madoka said as she got out was a dutiful, "thank you," and, "good-bye."
'What a pain,' was what kept repeating in my mind on my way home.
XxMADOKAxX
"So, what do you want to do today?" Yuka asked as she joined me at my locker.
"I don't care as long as we leave the school," I replied.
"Then why don't you come over to my house? You haven't been over in a while."
"Sure, sounds like fun."
Today is Monday and Tamaki and Kyoya gave me the day off because it's just a meeting today. Honestly, I'm surprised that Kyoya's kind of being nice to me considering I sort of acted like a brat the last time I saw him; I kind of feel bad about it. Anyways, today it's just me and Yuka because Kiyomi is still sick.
Over the weekend I filled in my two best friends on what had happened on Friday. "Sooo, how are things between you and Kyoya?" Yuka asked as we walked down the hallway.
I sighed before saying, "I don't know. I think he's still mad at me for ditching the host club on Friday but I can never tell for sure when it comes to Kyoya."
We just walked in silence after this until we past some boys from 2-D in the hall. When we past the boys, the one closest to me stuck out his foot making me trip.
I put out my hands in front of me to break my fall but instead of feeling the hard cold floor I felt two arms wrap around my waist.
"Huh?" I said as I looked over my shoulder to see that the boy who had tripped me was also the one who had caught me.
"You should be more careful, you were lucky that I was here to catch you," the boy purred.
'But you're the one who tripped me!' "Uh, thank you," I said as I tried to pull away from the boy but I couldn't because he had a strong grip on my waist.
"Why don't you thank me properly?" he said, turning me towards himself while he eyed my chest and my lips.
"Hey! Let go of my friend!" Yuka said as she grabbed one of the boy's wrists and put him into an armlock, allowing me to tear myself free.
"Aren't you a feisty one, shrimp," the other two boys said as they pulled Yuka off of their friend.
"Come on, Yuka. Let's go," I said as I grabbed Yuka by the wrist.
I started pulling her down the hallway, away from the boys, but she broke out of my grip and said, "no! They called me a shrimp so now they're gonna pay!"
"Yuka!" I shouted desperately as she ran back to the three boys and started throwing punches.
The boys just started laughing and returning the punches. I watched Yuka skillfully doge and throw punch after punch; unfortunately, it was three skilled mafia boys against one skilled karate girl and, after a few minutes, one of the boys landed a blow to Yuka's chest, sending her crashing into me.
"Now the real fun begins," the boys laughed as they bent over the two of us who were collapsed against the wall.
"Now that's no way to treat a lady." I looked up to see that it was Kyoya who had spoken and he was accompanied by Hunny and Mori.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size," Hunny said darkly.
The boys gave the host one glance before the leader stood up and assessing Hunny and Mori said, "fine. They're all yours." Then he turned and walked away while the two other boys followed.
"Are you two okay," Hunny asked, back to his cheerful self as he and Mori helped us back onto our feet.
"Yes," we answered as we accepted their hands.
"Honestly, Madoka," Kyoya said with an edge to his voice as he walked away. "You shouldn't be so careless. As my fiancee, your mistakes could reflect badly upon me and I can't have you ruining my reputation."
After he said this, I just stared after him, anger boiling up inside me, 'what a jerk!'
Okay, so this chapter is just so-so in my opinion. I ended up having to rewrite the last two-thirds of this chapter and I figured this is as good as it's gonna get. I promise my next chapter will be better; way, way better. So I hope you all come and read my next chapter!
Next time: A Storm and its Aftermath.
-Karolyn Grace